The Rossi Crime Family: The Complete Five Book Mafia Series

by J. L. Beck

  “We… we need to go back, Ivan,” Violet whispers quietly. “We need to go back there, I saw my sister!” At first, I’m not sure I heard her correctly, and thus, she says it again. “That was my sister...”

  “Who was your sister? What are you talking about, Kitten?” I didn’t see anyone who could be her sister there, so I have no idea what she is talking about. It has to be the drugs talking. It has to be.

  “My sister was there. I saw her.”

  “No, you didn’t. It’s the drugs in your system. I white knuckle the steering wheel. I don’t need this right now. “Your sister is at home, in North Woods,” I lie. “There is just no way she would have been at that place.

  I need Violet with me, because I can’t risk her trying to run away. That will get us both killed, and I didn’t risk all of this just for us both to die. Violet pulls her hand from mine, and my hand suddenly feels empty after holding hers for so long, like it belongs there, and it just lost its home.

  “She reached for me, she came for me, she wanted to save me…”

  “Enough.” I raise my voice, and Violet flinches as if I’ve just physically slapped her. “We will talk about it once the drugs wear off.” I lower my voice and focus on driving.

  Violet turns away from me and leans her head against the window. She’ll be fine once the drugs are out of her system. She better be, because I'm not sure I have it in me to tell her that her sister is dead.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Violet

  I saw her. I know I did. Strawberry-blond hair… blue eyes the color of the ocean. I saw Ella. She was there, reaching for me, and then she was gone. I try and tell myself it wasn't the drugs, that it wasn't all in my head, but I don't know for certain. If it was her, how did she get to the auction? How could she possibly know where I was? Ugh… nothing makes sense.

  I catch Ivan white knuckling the steering wheel out of the corner of my eye. He seems angry, tense, and I’m scared to say anything else right now. Instead, I look around; we are in a nice car with leather seats, and we are driving down some interstate.

  Suddenly, it hits me; we are driving down the interstate. I’m free, I’m out of the cell, away from that horrible place with those disgusting men. It is incredibly hard to be angry with Ivan at this moment when he is the one who freed me from that nightmare.

  “Where are we going?” I murmur.

  “I rented a small house, where we can lay low for a while. I used a fake name, paying cash. There is no way anyone could know we are here. It’s safe. We’ll be there in about ten minutes.” He seems much calmer now that I’ve changed the subject, and I more than appreciate it. After everything that has happened to me, I don’t know if I can handle angry Ivan right now.

  We pull up to a small and rather secluded house a little while later. It's nothing overly lavish, more like an ornate cottage. He opens the garage with a code and pulls the car inside.

  He cuts the engine and closes the garage door behind us. We both get out but once I’m on my feet, I realize that I am not fully in control of my body yet. My knees buckle beneath me, and I have to lean against the car and wait for Ivan to come around and get me. He picks me up and carries me inside as he always does.

  “You think there will ever be a time where you don’t have to carry me everywhere?”

  “I hope not.” A smile ghosts over his lips, giving me the urge to kiss him. I look around the house as Ivan walks through it and into to the bedroom.

  “We should sleep. I haven't slept at all, and you’ve slept less than an hour.”

  I bite my bottom lip, trying to decide if I want to bring up my sister again. With each passing second, I know that I saw her.

  “I want to call her,” I say, just as he sets me on the comforter. “I want to call my sister, just to tell her that I’m okay.”

  “You can’t, Violet. You can’t call anybody; it’s not safe. Don’t you get that?” The harsh tone Ivan gives me is something I'm not used to, and I'm not sure what to make of it. I know he’s stressed, on edge even, but he doesn't need to yell at me.

  “I’m not going to tell her where I am, I’m just telling her that I’m okay. She’s obviously been looking for me. She must be worried sick.”

  Ivan is listening to me, but I can see the anger building inside of him with each of my words. I just don’t understand why this is making him so angry.

  “Violet,” he snaps, his voice raw, his eyes impossibly dark. “I said stop. I’m so fucking close to losing it right now, and I don’t want to do that to you, but I don’t have the patience to do this right now.”

  Tears well in my eyes. He’s being so mean, and I'm confused and frustrated over his change in behavior, so much so that I shove at his chest with my hands.

  “You don't own me, Ivan. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want.”

  The look on his face is one of pure rage and if I didn’t know that he wouldn't hurt me, I would be cowering in the corner of the room.

  He grabs onto my wrists, halting any future movements, before leaning into my face. He looks like a bull on the verge of charging. His nostrils flare, and the scent of danger permeates the air.

  “Try to escape me, Kitten, and I’ll drag you back here kicking and screaming. I might not own you, but I’ve risked everything to protect your pretty ass so stop fighting with me and fucking listen.” He ends his sentence on a growl that vibrates through me. I tug my wrists from his grasp and curl my lip into a snarl. I've waited for this day since the night I was taken.

  “One way or another, I'm going to call her,” I growl, proving to him that I won't back down. My sister deserves to know I'm safe. I might not able to go home to her again, but she needs to know that I’m okay, that and I just want to hear her voice. She's all I have left and knowing she’s okay, too, will ease the gaping wound that's formed in my chest.

  Ivan stomps out of the room, and heavy footfalls echo through the house. Seconds later, he returns with a large box. He lets it fall onto the floor with a loud thud at the edge of the mattress and starts to open it, pulling back the sides to expose the contents.

  “I ordered you some clothes and had them sent here.” He hands me a pair of underwear, a shirt, and some cotton shorts all in my size.

  “Thank you.” I start to peel off the outfit they put me in at the club and put on the clothes Ivan gave me. Not wanting to fight anymore right now, I pull the comforter back and climb underneath it. The sheets are cold against my bare skin but I’m comfortable knowing I'll always be sleeping on a real bed every night. I pull the comforter back over my body and burrow into the pillows. I hear Ivan rustling with his clothing and then feel him climb into the bed, sliding under the blankets next to me.

  It is not long before I hear his breathing even out and I’m certain he’s asleep. I, however, am wide awake. I stare at the ceiling for a while before it occurs to me that I could just call her now while he is asleep. He’ll never know… I can delete the call, slip back into bed, and all will be good in the world again. Nervously and oh-so-slowly, I carefully slip out of the bed and look around the room. I didn't see Ivan with his phone on him. I’m sure he got rid of it, but there must be one in here, or maybe even a computer. I could always send her a message from there or email.

  On tiptoes, I sneak through the still-dark house, trying my best not to bump into anything. I find my way into the living room and turn on the lamp on the side table. As soon as the living room is illuminated with soft light, I spot it. A phone. There it is a phone sitting next to the TV. A landline. I grab it off the charging station and hold it to my ear until I hear the dial tone.

  I sigh in relief and start to dial one of the few numbers I know by heart… my sister’s. My hands shake as I hold the phone to my ear. This is it. In a few seconds, I will finally hear Ella’s voice again. My heart stops beating in my chest when I hear someone else's voice come over the line.

  “I’m sorry the number you have dialed has been temporarily disconnected. Please try
your call again later,” a computerized voice says on repeat. I shake my head and hang up just to dial once more. When I hear the same message as last time, I hang up and put the phone back on its station. I want to the throw the phone out into the yard, scream, maybe even punch something. I'm so angry, so upset.

  I try to think of an explanation and find myself walking into the kitchen. I open a couple cabinets until I find the cups and then I get a glass of water. I try once more to digest my newest discovery. Why would she have her phone turned off? Nothing makes sense… nothing. Then suddenly, I get an idea. I could call her work.

  Maybe they know where she is. I put the glass down and walk back into the living room and to the phone. Just as I pick it up and start dialing the number, I hear someone move behind me.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Ivan’s loud voice makes my pulse race, and I jump a foot off the ground. My cheeks start to heat with embarrassment because I know I've been caught.

  “I-I’m trying to call my sister, but her phone is disconnected.” My voice is weak, and I hang my head in shame, knowing Ivan’s going to lose it at any given second. I risked him getting angry and finding out I went against his word and for nothing.

  “I told you not to call anybody! Do I need to tie you to the fucking bed? What do I need to do for you to grasp the seriousness of this situation?”

  My eyes go wide with fear. He wouldn’t do that… he wouldn’t tie me up. I swallow, knowing that I'm wrong. Of course, he would tie me up.

  “I didn’t risk everything to save you just so you can do something stupid that gets you killed.”

  “You can tie me to the bed, but you can't keep me there forever.” I shove past him and when I hear him hot on my heels, I start to run. I know there's no way I can overpower him, but I could make a run for it. Possibly escape. The thought makes my heart ache as I head down the hallway, still there is no way I’m going to let him tie me up. He didn’t help me escape captivity to hold me captive himself, did he?

  “Come on, Kitten. You know running from me is no good. I’m stronger and faster… then there’s what will happen to you when I catch you. I can promise you it's going to include making you wish you hadn't picked up that phone.”

  I turn around and notice he’s blocking any chance I have at running back down the hall. It doesn't help that it’s impossibly dark, and my pulse is pounding in my ears making it hard for me to hear anything. I’m disoriented but I need to make a run for it.

  I aim to move and duck past his side, but he steps forward, grabbing onto me. His fingers sink into my tender flesh before I have the chance to do anything. In an instant, he has my legs kicked out from underneath me. I fall to the ground with a gasp, landing with a hard thud.

  I curse and thank him at the same time. If he didn’t have a grip on my arm, I would have landed harshly against the wooden floor but, like always, he rescues me, pulling me up a little just before I land.

  Still, the floor is cold and unforgiving. I gasp for air, and my teeth rattle. I try to get up, but he is already on top of me, pushing me to the floor face first. My head is turned to the side, while my cheek is pressed to the floor. He towers over me, placing his mouth at my ear.

  “What to do with you now, Kitten?” Shivers ripple across my body. I feel his erection press against my ass as he leans down, pressing more weight into my backside. That combined with his hot breath on my skin has my inner walls clenching and my core tingling in excitement. Before I even know what I’m doing, I move my hips and push my ass against his cock.

  He groans behind me, sending another delicious shiver of pleasure down my spine. “You like this, Kitten? You like me chasing you and holding you down? Do you want me to fuck you?”

  I didn’t realize how turned on by this I was until this moment. I never really thought about this before… thought about what turns me on. I never had the chance to explore my sexuality. However, right now, with Ivan pressing me to the floor, I realize that I do like this. I like this a lot. I’m so wet; I can feel my arousal through the thin material of my shorts.

  Ivan grabs a fist full of my hair and pulls my head back slightly. “I asked you a question,” he growls, pulling harder on my hair. The pain on my scalp sends tingles of pleasure down my back and straight into my soaking core.

  “Yes,” I moan into the darkness. “I want you…”

  “You want me to do what, Kitten?” There's a playfulness to his voice but also an edge. He wants me to tell him exactly what I want. I feel his fingers trail down my spine, blazing a path of pleasure and need. His touch is fire, and it’s burning me alive.

  “Fuck me… please.” I barely get the words out before Ivan shifts on top of me and pulls my shorts down my legs. He keeps one hand on the back of my neck, securing me to the floor, while with his other he lifts up my hips until I’m on my knees. My legs are spread, and my bare ass is in the air.

  “You’re soaked… your pretty pink pussy is soaked, Kitten.”

  I mewl, wanting him, needing him like I need my next breath. We’re both so pent up with emotions, with searing heat, that the only way to let it out is on each other. I know it’s not Ivan’s fault I can't call my sister or see her but I need… no, I want someone to blame.

  “Being bad turns you on, I see. I'll remember that for later. Right now, though, I'm going to fuck you and depending on how good you are, I’ll decide if you get to come.”

  The air in my lungs stills when I feel him center his cock at my entrance. He slides inside my wet channel with ease, stretching me to the point of pain. My mouth pops open when a hard slap radiates from my ass cheek down to my core. The foreign sensation gives me a new form of pleasure… one that I didn’t even know existed.

  Ivan starts moving, pumping in and out of me while holding me in place. He’s like a crazed animal, pistoning his hips into mine. He isn’t as gentle as he usually is, but I don’t want him to be. There is something so primal about what we’re doing and how were doing it. Him pinning me down, rendering me helpless, and using my body how he sees fit.

  My pussy is drenched, my arousal trickles down my thighs, and I already feel the familiar tingling of an orgasm building deep in my womb, even though Ivan has only plunged into me a few times. I moan and claw against the hardwood floor as I meet Ivan’s deep thrust. The head of his cock hits something deep inside me, each stroke bringing me closer and closer to the edge of insanity. I’m so close, so close, just a few more strokes. I can already feel the throbbing of my swollen clit, Ivan’s heavy balls slapping against it.

  The knot of pleasure unravels in my belly, and then, without warning, Ivan stops. He freezes mid-stroke, his hardened cock still planted deep inside me. I groan in frustration, slamming my palm against the floor, making him chuckle.

  “Oh, Kitten, I’m nowhere close to letting you come. You disobeyed me and now you’ve got to be taught a lesson.” He leans over me, and I can feel his muscled chest against my back, his hardness pressing into my softness. The he resumes moving, sliding in and out of me but at an excruciatingly slow pace. He’s going to kill me, he’s seriously going to kill me, but with pleasure...

  “Please, Ivan,” I whimper, but he continues to lazily move his hips, sliding in and out of me as if we have all night to do this.

  “How does it feel to want, Kitten? I want you to listen to me. To trust me, to know that I care for only you… that everything I do…” He thrusts deep, his cock filling me to the hilt. “…is to protect you.” He pulls damn near all the way out, leaving just the head inside my entrance. He slams into me again, and my knees give out on me with the force of the thrust. My hardened nipples rub against the wooden floor through my cotton t-shirt, heightening my pleasure.

  I need more.

  “More…” I beg, wanting more, needing more of him.

  “On your knees, Kitten,” Ivan gruffly orders and helps me to my knees, keeping his hand on the back of my neck to hold me in place. Once in position, he starts fucking me again, each thrust h
arder and deeper than the thrust before it, if that’s even possible. I feel my chest constrict. It’s hard to breathe, hard to do anything but take the pleasure he’s giving me.

  “Ivan,” I cry out, as he bottoms out inside me, his thickness stretching me, owning me from the inside out.

  “You want to come, don’t you, Kitten? I can feel your little kitty purring, quivering, begging to gush all over my thick cock.” His dirty words turn me on more, and I push back against him, meeting each thrust he gives me.

  “Please…” I beg, my nails digging into the wooden floor. My knees throb, and my cheek aches, but I want this…I want it so bad.

  “Are you going to be a good girl?” he asks, and I can hear the desire in his voice, hear how far gone and close to the edge he is, too. His entire body is braced against mine, his fingers dig into the flesh at my neck and at my hip, and it feels like he’s embedding himself deep inside my skin.

  “Yes… Yes…” I answer eagerly, praying he’ll give me the release I’ve been chasing since he started fucking me.

  “Beg,” Ivan orders, his voice firm.

  “Please, let me come, please, I’ll be good. I’ll listen.” At my response, he releases the hold on my neck and snakes it beneath my belly, his fingers finding my swollen, wet clit.

  “Come, Kitten, squeeze my cock tightly. Milk me, Kitten, make that pretty pink pussy quiver…” His fingers rub against my clit furiously, forcing me to climax. And I do, holy hell, do I. My legs shake, and light flashes before my eyes as I shudder beneath him. Every muscle in my body tenses and I’m soaring, flying through the air. The euphoric pleasure fills my veins, and I never want this moment to end.

  I feel Ivan moving in and out of me, his thrusts are hard, his body tight and coiled with tension. I want him to come, too. I want to feel his release coat my insides.

  “Come for me, Ivan.” I gaze at him over my shoulder, and he turns to molten lava, his movements becoming jerky as he finally finds his own release. His cock seems to grow larger inside of me and then I feel the warmth of his release flood my womb.